The first job actually sounds swell

"Actually," you say, "the first job sounds just fine to me..." He sighs slightly, takes his hands off your shoulders and goes back to sit on his chair, "Very well, let me fetch the proper documentation." He holds out a piece of paper: "This is a working permit at the bar called Twinkz, in the city center. Job starts at 11pm, be there on time and contact the manager, Mrs Amma, to get started." He sees you to the door and you immediately call your best friend Melanie to join you at a new hip restaurant which just opened in town. Melanie comes with her Trumale boyfriend Chaz, the typical sort of alpha a Pleasureboy like her would melt for: tall, well-built, self-assured, she just looks at her place next to him in her knotted shirt and denim pants. You notice she started wearing lipsticks as well. As you're all having lunch and you tell them where you're going to work, Chaz can't restrain a chuckle. You're both asking what he means by that and as you insist and he stays adamant Mel goes "Wait here" in your direction, takes his hand, and pulls him toward the toilets. Fifteen minutes later, you are nibbling on your fries absentmindedly when they come back. Mel is clearly wearing a new lipstick and a little out of breath. You ask her and it's her turn to be evasive. You see her eye sparkle, but you don't get a word out of her and, anyway, you can't really go and give Chaz a blowjob to get the secret out of him, even though you're feeling a bit jealous of your friend.

You show up at work that evening wearing what you assumed would be the sort of things waiters wear in these places: tight shorts with "JUICY" written in glitter on the back, and a tank top. Twinkz is a somewhat popular location to go party, and you know by its purple neon it's a Trumale and Women clientele only kind of place. You've seen them in movies, and know what to expect: wealthy Trumales, mostly, in suits, relaxing from work while a swarm of little cutie Pleasureboys bring them their drinks, flirt, and keep them company. It is indeed a darkish big room exactly as expected, with a variety of all the types of sluttish Pleasureboys one can find: small twinks in hugging clothes like you, schoolgirl uniforms and piggy tails strutting around in their bobby socks, their butts uncovered, goth sluts and their dyed hairs, plain-bimbo types, all coming with and without breast, ass, and all kinds of other expansions. On a big stage one of them is currently poledancing, her g-string holding bills and contact cards as she wiggles her ass in front of an over-excited crowd. You know she'll probably go back to one of the gentlemen' room if she wants to, as long as she makes up for the time she's not working.

You make your way quickly to the back, in a dark corridor where a massive door saying MANAGER with a few waiting chairs stands. The door is shut and you're told to sit and wait by a foxy little Pleasureboy in a schoolgirl's outfit called Sasha. You sit and wait, and you start hearing on the other side of the door someone clearly screaming and loud slaps. It goes on for a while until the sound stops and a small blonde Pleasureboy, crying, leaves the room with a large Black lady in a party dress. The lady lifts his chin and tells him "Now now, it's over, no crying, and it won't happen again, right? Now sweetie go put some fresh water on your butt and take the night off." She turns to you and smiles "Sweetie! You must be the new one! I'm so glad you made it, step into my office, I'm Mrs Amma." You step in and she follows you, closing the door behind you. You can see she has a cabinet with many objects in it, including what appears to be strapons and handcuffs. She quickly shuts it after putting a spanking plank in it, and turns to you: "So, sweetheart, we're so glad to have you here. Basically the job is simple: serve drinks, flirts, occasionally go further if you feel like it... you get paid by the tips you get. And of course..." she's interrupted by the phone ringing, picks it up: "Yes, yes. I'll see what I can do." She looks at you with a large smile: "Well sweetie, seems you get your first extra-cash assignment already: we're out of a poledancer and the clients want one. I saw on your resume you took dancing lessons. So what do you think?"